The End

by Gustave Deresse

Little Bobby Sue, fell into
the river;
was adopted by crocodiles, never
to be
seen again.

A meteor hit Earth, the Garribees,
too latent on
lifting
the shields.

Or that’s
what they claimed.

A hundred years later, the final
sale of a lemon,
always the same
lemon.

Long live the
Humanosaurus Rex!!!

Long live the
resistance!!!!

Their shirts, inside
out—

The sun will shine
through acid rain, and history will
forget.